I Love You... Two, Three., Four, Rais To Infinite AR OS

AR OS

~I Love You…Two, Three, Four, Raise To Infinity  (AR OS)~

PART 2:-

“Ridhima…” he whispered painfully as he took in the sight in front of him. Not being able to hold himself any longer he walked near to her on the cold floor where she sat with her knees pulled up to her chest while crying her eyes out, her face bright red, hair messed…In short she looked miserable and he couldn't help the stinging pain he felt in his heart seeing her state. Somehow controlling his racing heartbeats he sat beside her and gently took hold of her hand “Ridhima…Bacha kya hua? Tum yaha aise…” he asked trying and failing in hiding the panic in his voice because the Ridhima he knew rarely cried, she was more the type to bottle up her emotions and it usually took him a lot off effort to actually make her speak about things that bothered her. Hearing him she slowly looked towards him and no amount of words could describe how bad he felt seeing those rapid tears fall from her beautiful almond shaped eyes. “Ridhima…What happened baby? Tum ro kyu rahi ho? Are..Are you hurt somewhere? Tab..Tabyait to theek hai tumhari, kahi dard ho raha hai?” he spoke with his heart pounding against his chest as he held her face in his palms and frantically looked all over her body to check for any kind of injury and fortunately he found none, she did not bother replying to him and just simply flung herself in his arms and cried even harder while hiding her face in his chest making him even more worried. “Ridhima…Kuch to bolo jaan…Why are you crying so much?” He asked her worriedly as he rubbed her back trying to calm her down a little but nothing seemed to be helping. “I..Armaan main…I…I am sorry” she mumbled amidst her tears with her head still hidden on his chest. “Sorry? Ridhima tum kya ?” He tried asking her but was just cut by her innumerable sorries making him really confused and restless as well as she was crying real badly. “Ridh…Ridhima listen to me…Shh bas…” he said as he somehow parted her from himself and held her shoulders firmly yet gently. “Ridhima Dekho mujhe…Look at me sweetheart” he said placing his finger on her chin and forcing her to look up at him as she continued to sob without a halt. “I am sorr…” “Shh bas…” he said shaking his head and cutting her in between while wiping her tears which kept on falling. “Chup bilkul chup…Stop crying jaana and tell me whats wrong, batao mujhe Ridhima akhir baat kya hai?” He asked her very softly yet fixedly. She said nothing and  just shook her head unable to speak but he had to know, he just had to know what was troubling her so much. Ridhimaa…” he shook her a little and looked at her straight in the eye “Tell me what’s wrong?” He asked her again and there was something in his tone in his eyes that forced her to finally speak up…”I…I am…I am pregnant” she whispered with a trembling voice as another tear glided down her already wet cheek. “WHAT?” Exclaimed Armaan rather loudly, his voice clearly depicting how shocked he was to hear this information. “I am sorry…I am really sorry Armaan…Mujh…mujhe Pata hai you’re not ready and I…I don't know how I…I got busy and I missed my shot and the baby…I am sorry” She rambled amidst her cries while he still sat rooted just staring at her with shock written all over his face. His lack of reaction really happened to scare her and she couldn't help but cry even more as all sorts of negative thoughts creeped into her mind “Ar..Armaan pls I…I cant abort this baby Armaan pls, I cant…I…I know tum ready nahi ho and I am sorry…Par main apne bache ko nahi mar sakti…I can’t kill my child” she cried hiding her face her palms and hearing her say this Armaan finally broke out from his little shock mode and saw her crying hysterically with her face buried in her palms and that very sight broke his heart but yet he said nothing. “Get up…” he said after a few seconds, his voice devoid of any emotions. Hearing him finally say something she slowly looked up from her hands and found him looking at her intently with a straight face. “Ar..Armaan ma…” “utho yaha se” he said cutting her off in between while standing up from the cold floor himself and offering his hand for her to get up, but there was something in his tone that scared her. Why wasn't he saying anything she thought. “Ar…Armaan tum…” “ I said get up Ridhima” he said once again cutting her in between and stating it loud and clear that refusing him right now wasn't an option for her and so not having any other choice she gave him his hand and slowly got up from the floor. “Chalo mere sath…” he said as soon as she was on her feet and holding her hand tightly in his he guided her out of the washroom and took her towards their bed and making her sit down on her side he handed her a glass of water and just as she was about to refuse he glared at her stopping her protest there and then and taking the glass from him she had the water most which came out due to constant hiccups while he lightly patted her back trying to soothe her. After a few seconds she felt okay and gave him the empty glass which he kept back on the side table. “Ar…” even before she could say anything he just turned out and walked out of the room, leaving a really heart broken Ridhima behind…He came back in the room after a good five minutes with a small tray in his hand and found her sitting in the same position as he had left her in with the only differences being that now she had her hands protectively wrapped over her abdomen and her face was soaking wet with fresh tears. He felt terrible for hurting her so much but he had his reasons. Slowly walking towards her he sat himself on the bed right in front of her and just stare at her for a few seconds while she had her head bowed not wanting to face one more rejection from him. “Ar…Armaan pls…Main…Main…I want this baby Armaan…I…I want this bab…baby” she said after a few minutes while hiccupping feeling terribly hurt seeing his aloofness. “Look at me…” he said trying his best to not melt by her tears. “Look at me Ridhima…” he said again, his tone much softer now and this very thing forces her to look up towards him.“Here…Have this” he said picking up the bowl from the tray he got along with him and she was rather surprised to find her favourite hazelnut ice cream in it. “Ar…Armaan?” She questioned confused but he just pointed towards the bowl asking her to take a bite but when she still did not move he himself took a spoon and forwarded to her urging or rather forcing her to have some. “Mmmm…” she mumbled with a full mouth making him smile widely and confuse her further. “Itni Achi news Sunai hai tumne to Kuch to meetha banta hai na jaan?” He said with a million dollar smile on his face as he lightly caressed her face while she still sat a little confused till his words finally sunk in. “Ar…Armaan tu…Tum…Baby…baby ke liye…Tum…Tum khush ho?” She stuttered as more tears fell from her eyes. “Of course main Khush Hoon sweetheart…Balki sirf Khush nahi, main bohot bohot bohot Khush hoon…” He said with tears glistening in his own his. A sense of relief washed over her veins as she heard him and not being able to hold herself she flung her arms around him catching him off guard but nonetheless he happily gathered her in his arms. “I…I thought…Tum…tum Khush nahi…Tumhara project…I am sorry…” she mumbled against his neck as she continued crying holding on to him with all her might while he did the same. “Shh…Pagal. Why are you saying sorry Ridhima? There is absolutely nothing for you to be sorry about” he said rubbing her back gently trying to calm her down. “listen to me Ridhima…Sabse pehle and sabse zaruri baat…This is not wrong and this most definitely is not your mistake, yes you forgot to take the shot but you were busy and this was something I should have kept track of as well…However I need you to understand that even though this baby was not planned I am just as happy as I would have been had we planned this. Aur rahi baat Mere project ki to its really not a big deal Jaan…We have a come a long way together Ridhima, hum ek dusre ko, ek dusre ke sapno ko ache se Jante hai, samajte hai and I truly feel we are at such a stage in our relationship were we can easily shoulder this responsibility without letting either of our dreams suffer. Rather I would say that this new chapter in our lives will just bring us closer than what we already are…Isliye pls Ridhima don't ever say or be sorry for this ever again. Tumne Kuch galat nahi kiya hai balki main to yeh kahunga ke tumne mujhe meri zindagi ka sabse khobsoorat tofa Diya hai…Okay?” He said as he lightly parted from the hug knowing that it was important to clear out all her misconceptions. She nodded lightly as he gently wiped her tears away and lightly fixed her messed up hair. “Shh ab bas no more crying…Dekho to kya halat bana di hai apni…Bechara mere little baby ko pareshan Kar Diya ro ro kar” he said as he placed his palm on her flat belly making her smile and him smile even more seeing her finally relaxing. “Ale mela baby mama ne bohot pareshan kiya na aaj apko…Koi baat nahi dada hai na, unhe khoob daat lagayenge or unse kahenge ki apko ab bilkul pareshan na kare” he said while lovingly stroking her stomach but Mr. Malik probably chose the wrong set of words because the next minute a frowning Mrs. Malik smacked his shoulder tightly “Ouch…Lagti hai yaar Ridhima” he said as he rubbed his shoulder just where she smacked him. “That was the point Mr. Malik or yeh tum baby se kya Bol Rahe the abhi ki tum mujhe datoge? Datungi to main tumhe…Jab tum itne Khush te to why were you acting so cold? Pata hai main Kitna dar gayi thi…Kitna ghabra gayi thi main…” she started off really angrily but soon chocked on her own words as she remembered his aloof behaviour. Armaan bit his tongue and shut his eyes knowing very well that in the process of surprising her he did hurt her quite a bit. “I am sorry…I am really sorry Jaan…Main to bas thodi si masti karna chahta tha, you know to make the moment more memorable” he told her as he somehow took her in his arms as she kept pushing him away. “I was so hurt. I thought you don’t…You don’t want the baby” she whispered very softly while she continued crying in his hold. “I know…I shouldn't have done that at all, tum already Itni pareshan thi aur maine…I am sorry I really am” he apologised feeling extremely guilty for making her more upset that she already was. “Agli Baar aise Kiya na to I will beat the shit out of you and never talk to you again” she replied after a few minutes with a last tear rolling down her cheek and her head still on his chest while he placed his chin over it. “Kabhi nahi karunga…I promise and specially not after the intensity with which you smacked me today” he replied with a wink only to get another smack but at least now she was smiling. “Thank you for giving me most precious gift ever…I love you” he mumbled looking down towards her and wiping off her tears. “ I love you too…” she replied softly looking straight in his eyes and as always that made his already content heart even more content and so without saying anything he simple bend down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss while entwining her hand with his and placing it on her belly making sure to convey his love to his little Jaan as well.